8 Points

It was sad to watch; your

Wild life ether

Tame

There on the pavement’s edge.

Eight points knocked off

Clean; soft fur like my dog.

A moment like that

Cold hand

Dark-eyed lesson;

Slow down.

 

Listen;

Is your life rushing on

In webs of thought

The slushy past

And what if futures?

 

Be on the road; awake

As roads are shared

With those

Who do not see

Our armored rush.

 

Did you know life had value?

Yours and mine.

And also those who

Run and dream on

Paws and

Wings and

Hooves.

 

© Angela Bigler 2013

 

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photo credit: jerbec via photopin cc

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